Silk and Saffron

~Kaelen~

She was there at seven.

I had not been certain she would be. Not because she had said no – she hadn't said anything, which with Raina was its own kind of answer – but because the night before had been what it had been, and mornings had a way of clarifying things that evenings made complicated. I had been standing in the hotel lobby at six fifty-five with two traditional kandur